Meanwhile these idiots wanted 200 people involved in the storming. How in the fucking blue hell do you keep something like that secret with 200 people involved!?
Why you gotta be like that? A terrorist can dream, after all...
The funny part is they planned to storm the wrong building. At that point, it becomes a Monty Python sketch.
Terrorist: Get out of our way! We came here for that Bitch Governor .
Receptionist on phone: *holds a finger up*
Terrorists: *waiting impatiently*
Receptionist: *hangs up phone* How can I help you?
Terrorist: We've come for that bitch Governor!
Receptionist: *looks done at books* Mmm-hmm... do you have an appointment?
Terrorist: Wha... umm... no...
Another Terrorist: We'd don't need a fucking appointment, this is a liberation.
Terrorists: YEAH!!!!!
Receptionist: Well, it wouldn't be fair to all those other militias over there that have been waiting patiently and did schedule an appointment.
*pans to a few groups of hundled militias waiting, reading magazines*
Terrorist: But we mean business! We want to try her for her crimes and execute her.
Terrorist Group B member: Oh... and our trial for her means nothing?
Terrorist Group B member: Yeah, you think you can just waltz in, cut in line, abduct the Governor, put her on trial and execute her.
Terrorist Group C member: It is like everyone has gone mad! There used to be principals in Governor abduction/murders. Militias just think they can barge, make with their own brand of justice. We've been planning this for months, and look at the respect from this group of people.
Terrorist: *humbled* Well... we didn't mean anything personally.
Terrorist Group D member: It still hurts our feelings. That bitch Governor ruined all of our lives.
Terrorists: *all nodding in agreement*
Terrorist: Well, alright, how do we schedule our insurrection?
Receptionist: I need you to sign this agreement stating your full known knowledge and consent to being involved in a plot to abduct the Governor... yeah... you each need to sign this.
Terrorists: *handing around form*
Receptionist: Okay, looking in here, if you are in a rush, you can wait in line here until the police arrive.
Terrorist: What?!
Receptionist: You can just wait in line over there and when we are ready for your insurrection, we'll let you know.
15 minutes later, police arrive, taking everyone into custody.
Paddy Wagon vans stuffed full of militias driving away with militias singing You'll Never Walk Alone.